I must warn you, dear reader, that my poems veer towards the dark. Even when I write about love, there's a piercing melancholy about it. This is because I believe sadness is the deepest and one of the purest emotions. Sadness can be beautiful. Apologies in advance. And please, feel free to critique. This is the reason for posting them. And of course the perverse need for validation that humans are afflicted with

[size=14pt]Conscience[/size]

On his black stallion he watches

He watches the moon rise over the small city

The small city he will conquer before dawn

One dawn more among many, many dawns

He looks to his left at the flag waving in the breeze

The waving flag carrying a gruesome insignia

An insignia that holds to him meaning no more

No more meaning than the highest bidder

His gaze now, beyond the waving flag

Almost in a trance, as the hour draws near

And tugging at his chest the familiar feeling he totes

A pulsing feeling of dishonor hither

His gaze returns to the crested flag

As he holds back a traitorous tear

In the gleaming moonlight, as his sight hazes, he notes

With this dawn, the last of his conscience will wither

[size=14pt]LIFE[/size]

It dissolves my resolve

Once I asked how a leopard can blot its spots

Or a tiger wipe its stripes

You’ve gotta live the moment before it passes

Just like flames before dust and ashes

You have to cherish it before it perishes

Peace resides on the other side of conflict

And there’s no berth around it

For tis easier to cut along the grain

A bit to lose but more to gain

For who defines light without knowing of darkness?

Or vice versa?

Many good things have sad ends

Lovers become friends

Friends become strangers

Strangers become enemies

But memory lane is a two way road

One just needs to choose between

Tarnishing the varnish

Or varnishing the tarnish

Nice! You are back.

Perhaps

Good, your first poem, the use of word(s) at the end of a verse to begin another verse interests me, is there any literature's vocabulary for it?

Expecting more....

Thanks. I don't know if there's any literary term for it. I'm not a technical writer. I don't know the rules to follow sef. Did you notice the rhymes though in the last eight verses? I made them after four lines.

wow, i just noticed the rhymes, i have always wanted to do that, nice one man.

Lol @not knowing the rules, same here too...let us hide under the poetic licence

LOl. People usually miss that and I hate to have to explain it for I do it a lot. There's always some kinda symmetry in what I write but explaining it takes away the fun part.

LOL. Let's hide under the Poetic Licence....Hear hear

Average.....just average....

I didn't really undastand wats happening here but, I had to comment †o add †o M̶̲̅y posts.

nice Work...

Cool....thumbs up!

Awwww! Vesc. . . this is lovely!

Dark and Lovely....just the way I like 'em.

I love this. Melancholy often fills the gaps.

You’ve gotta live the moment before it passes

Just like flames before dust and ashes

I love those lines.

But the poems aren't dark as warned.
I was expecting something scary (though, i noticed the sadness on few lines in the "LIFE" piece)

I enjoyed reading your poems.

Thanks for sharing. Keep the muse up!

I love it. This is good.

Brilliant. Especially the one about life. I relate with you on that one cos presently I'm faced with a situation and your poem captures it perfectly and you were more rhyme concious on this one, that I find very appealing as a rap afficionado lol.

interesting ... i like
i am also sure you can do darker
com'n don the cape of the reaper which you are

Poetry is one branch of literature I wish I was gifted or can develop myself in.

ariblaze: interesting ... i like
i am also sure you can do darker
com'n don the cape of the reaper which you are

^^ Blazeman... Where u been, mate?

@Vesc, u got any more of these? First one reminds me of Tom Cruise's Nathan Algren.

in a dark place,barely holding on to my sanity . . . @kay9
how you doing bro?

^^ ''dark place''? Sounds like your usual place of abode to me. I'm ok, man, just same old same old.

well, I didn't quite get a hold on the first piece, either 'cos of its depth or lack of it. idk. the second Is cool tho

Good poetry.
Very original.

This poem helps reminisce the good old days: when the beauty of art was given its pride of place;
When art was not celebrated for fun but for the sakes of art;
When the place of art was extolled and amplified...

Indeed, that is a masterpiece of poetry.

Vescucci, reading your work is always a treat. Believe it or not, i spent a good amount of time poring over your satires over at Naijastories (that was the only time i ever used the site). The piece on cursíng was especially entralling.

These poems are good, no doubt about that, but because i'm much less captivated by poetry than by prose, i find myself drawn more to your opening post. Your opening post is fuckíng excellent.

I beg your pardon, the expletive was necessary for emphasis.

I think you should ditch poetry and move into a monastery where you'll devote the rest of your life to producing bewitching satirical pieces for people like me to revel in. This is crappy advice alright, but i hope you consider it all the same.

Great work, my friend.

Very good poems, my friend. I love the simple but cute diction you used. Good poetic devices and images too. very well done